VIP movement is on, move on, move on”
So we moved on, and that wasn’t such a problem
for we’re the flotsam, the jetsam, the unwanted
c/o footpath; we’re the ones with the tangled
hair and the red-eyed looks outside Gucci stores
hoping for a tenner that’ll get us a tin of shoe-polish
that’ll keep the hunger away until you throw away
that stale wadapao. No problem, we’ll clear off.
This is one half of a tapestry poem with Shernaz Wadia, first published at RateMyLiterature.com.
View the full tapestry here.
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